Liam slowly opened his eyes. He then blinking against the golden light filtering through the room. The intricate patterns of gold in the ceiling caught his attention first. He stared at them for a moment, his mind feels sluggish as he tried to piece together his surroundings.
Everything looked like it came from a fantasy movie. The towering stone pillars, the silken drapes swaying gently, and the soft glow of magic-infused lanterns.
He blinked again, and realization dawned on him. This wasn't a dream. It was real.
"Oh, right. I'm actually some kind of hero with supernatural powers," Liam thought, his lips twitching into a faint, ironic smile. His memories kinda fuzzy right now and he still make his way through the fog of his brain.
